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	<title>Comments on: The tale of my brother/uncles</title>
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		<title>By: In which I try to not judge my grandma&#8217;s biography by its cover &#124; hola, isabel</title>
		<link>http://www.holaisabel.com/2007/07/10/the-tale-of-my-brotheruncles/comment-page-1/#comment-56459</link>
		<dc:creator>In which I try to not judge my grandma&#8217;s biography by its cover &#124; hola, isabel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 15:09:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] dad&#8217;s mom died of lung cancer before I was born.  She left behind her nine kids.  Five of the kids came to live with my newly married parents.  I know nothing of life before my Grandma died.  [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] dad&#8217;s mom died of lung cancer before I was born.  She left behind her nine kids.  Five of the kids came to live with my newly married parents.  I know nothing of life before my Grandma died.  [...]</p>
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		<title>By: In which I love my Dad and it&#8217;s not even Father&#8217;s Day yet &#124; hola, isabel</title>
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		<dc:creator>In which I love my Dad and it&#8217;s not even Father&#8217;s Day yet &#124; hola, isabel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 17:01:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] born in 1842. My Dad isn’t even 60 years old! He should have had these things growing up. All nine of the kids in his family should [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] born in 1842. My Dad isn’t even 60 years old! He should have had these things growing up. All nine of the kids in his family should [...]</p>
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		<title>By: In which I can change your life with my shopping knowledge. Apparently. &#124; hola, isabel</title>
		<link>http://www.holaisabel.com/2007/07/10/the-tale-of-my-brotheruncles/comment-page-1/#comment-41957</link>
		<dc:creator>In which I can change your life with my shopping knowledge. Apparently. &#124; hola, isabel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 23:14:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] parents were raising their 4 kids as well as a few of my dad’s younger siblings. My dad worked at a print shop, until he hurt his back and was out of work for a year. He then went [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] parents were raising their 4 kids as well as a few of my dad’s younger siblings. My dad worked at a print shop, until he hurt his back and was out of work for a year. He then went [...]</p>
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		<title>By: I am so horrible at coming up with titles. So let&#8217;s just call this one &#8220;Tuesday Morning&#8221;. &#124; hola, isabel</title>
		<link>http://www.holaisabel.com/2007/07/10/the-tale-of-my-brotheruncles/comment-page-1/#comment-23306</link>
		<dc:creator>I am so horrible at coming up with titles. So let&#8217;s just call this one &#8220;Tuesday Morning&#8221;. &#124; hola, isabel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 15:56:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] My dad is one of nine siblings. He’s one of the older siblings, so when his mom died he and my mom ended up with five of his younger siblings. They raised the two youngest brothers from the time they were eleven. While they were all born in West Virginia eight of the nine siblings live in Utah. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] My dad is one of nine siblings. He’s one of the older siblings, so when his mom died he and my mom ended up with five of his younger siblings. They raised the two youngest brothers from the time they were eleven. While they were all born in West Virginia eight of the nine siblings live in Utah. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: I just called to say &#8220;I love you&#8221;! &#124; hola, isabel</title>
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		<dc:creator>I just called to say &#8220;I love you&#8221;! &#124; hola, isabel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 16:35:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] I doubt that being away from family was hard for my dad. Mostly because we were still raising his brother, and my parents had already raised the rest of his siblings. Plus, my dad had moved away from home when he was about 18. He was used to being on his own. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] I doubt that being away from family was hard for my dad. Mostly because we were still raising his brother, and my parents had already raised the rest of his siblings. Plus, my dad had moved away from home when he was about 18. He was used to being on his own. [...]</p>
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